Therapy pt. 2 (Explicit)

Lyrics by：Robert Glasper/Malcolm James McCormick

Composed by：Robert Glasper/Malcolm James McCormick

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Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

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Um well

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You will find that we not very different no you and I

Although I usually usually find a way out

Feelin' like I'm in the skies

My hands could separate clouds

My ***** go get me take-out

They used to hate they love me

And they used to love they hate now

The world I rearrange I turned it to a bloody playground

This to the homies stayin' down through anything

A cheers to baby girl who I would've copped a wedding ring

See money isn't everything but it helps

We walk around with pride in our eyes to the skies

The lies that we tell

Pickin' up a seashell listen to the ocean

Do the whole thing all me-self I'm livin' in the moment

Pickin' up all of the ashes I'm burnin' the house down

Runnin' from my life I probably ran a thousand miles now

Had powwows with millionaires a foul child and a style wild

That you found out that I'm killin' there

Tell me how you feelin' how's it feel

How's it feel

Yeah said how's it feel

How's it feel

Can you tell me how's it feel

How's it feel

To be around somethin' real

How's it feel

Yeah yeah said how's it feel

How's it feel

Yeah tell me how's it feel

How's it feel

So can you tell me how's it feel

How's it feel

To be around something real

How's it feel

They yellin' "Danger danger" when I hopped out of the manger

With a two-way pager callin' all the homies screamin' "Savior"

This world could not be stranger

You could beat the odd behavior

Give a inch they take a mile take a mile I'll take a acre

I'm a alien communicator ******' up the human nature

Projectile vomit on a song the fluid nasty uh

I just got the iPhone 6

It looks like Steve Jobs done ran out of tricks

Yeah I come through stuntin' on 'em

In the park buntin' on 'em

Somebody should pump you up

You best get Joe Budden on 'em

New couch I'm ******' on it after that

Don't ******' want it

***** I'm ******' awesome come again

I said I'm ******' awesome

Press the pedal wah-wah hell nah aw nah

All I want is Lana and some head from Madonna

I gots to separate the weak from the obso-lete

Real life this is not a dream

I'm a problem just took a jet from Nicaragua

Copped me a vacation spot that came with an iguana uh

The hot lava sonta a world with no ceilin'

Come again tell me how you feelin' how's it feel

How's it feel

Said how's it feel

How's it feel

Said how's it feel

How's it feel

To be around somethin' real

How's it feel

So can you tell me how's it feel

How's it feel

Said how's it feel

How's it feel

Said how's it feel

How's it feel

Can you tell me how's it feel

How's it feel

Yeah

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Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo doo-doo doo-doo

Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo

Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo dun-dun

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da

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Haha yeah

Mac Miller and Robert Glasper

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